the furthest distance

"ROSEO FNOMAN'SLAND" is not an ordinary club. It has a very strict membership access system. It is a place of enjoyment for the dignitaries in France and even the whole of Europe. It is said that any needs can be met.

Of course, not everyone can enter such a place, let alone find someone.

Li Shengli was able to enter after seeking the face of a big boss in Chinatown.

The black luxury car drove him away from the city, to the old castle hidden in the countryside outside the circle of Paris.

He was greeted by an Asian lady, beautiful and calm, without any trace of age. She had the willful vitality of a 20-year-old woman and the elegance and wisdom of a 40-year-old woman.

"Are you really sure that this guest will go back with you?..." Ms. Ella asked, the last voice floated up Susu, which made people sound very ironic, without any discomfort of being offended, "After all, we are in this line of business The most important thing is reputation, if there are complaints from customers..." The delicately sculpted eyebrows were slightly frowned, and people couldn't help but want to smooth them out for her.

"You are overthinking. It is really a close friend of mine...There are some unexpected and sudden changes, so I made such an unfeeling request..."

Passing through the high corridor, her white wrist finally touched the doorknob decorated with vines. Ella still had a embarrassed expression on her face, "This is really the first time I opened the guest's room..."

The air froze for 0.01 second, and someone quietly disappeared.

Li Shengli could no longer give any thought to others.

"By the way, our services are open until tomorrow morning... You can take a good rest before leaving if you like..."

Li Shengli didn't wait for the other party to finish, and closed the door. He didn't care if he was rude, and didn't want anyone to see the scene inside.

The room was dimly lit just right, with a faintly sweet scent wafting through it.

The man's eyes were bound with black ribbons, and his hands were bound to the carved bedposts.

His cheeks were stained with an unnatural blush, and he bit his lower lip hard with his teeth, barely letting out a shameful urge, but the shortness of breath still betrayed him, panting in pain as if he couldn't breathe, his whole body They all vibrate gently with the rhythm of breathing, gracefully like butterflies flapping their wings.

The man's fair skin was slightly pink because of emotion, and it seemed to glow against the black silk sheets.

The straight collarbone protruded because of the thinness, and there seemed to be beads of sweat gathering in the collarbone socket, which made people unable to look away.

The chest below is hidden under the silky sheets, outlining the moving lines.

Should have been covered when someone left, the French are so gentle and considerate at all times.

Only two slender ankles are still exposed, one of which is a little red and swollen from an injury.

The curled toes seem to be telling the suffering of the owner, making people unable to resist the urge to worship.

"What he wants...you stay with him until tomorrow, no one will know..."

Li Shengli couldn't control his evil thoughts, couldn't control his hands holding the man's face, and couldn't control his urge to kiss.

The slightly cool lips brushed against the heat and landed on the black ribbon, Li Shengli stretched out his hand to untie it.

Quan Zhilong squinted his eyes because of the sudden brightening of his vision, there was water in his misty eyes, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red.

"...Ah, victory...?...!"

The man tried his best to open his eyes wide, as if he wanted to find the correct focal length, but finally flickered a few times in vain, his eyes were still a little confused.

"Victory...is that you?..."

"Well... no, Shengli is going to Taipei today..."

Quan Zhilong lowered his head and muttered to himself, as if trying to convince himself, he shook his head, his black hair was already wet with sweat, and became more messy after shaking.

He looked up at Shengli again, his eyes were confused, "Why is this illusion so real?... Am I crazy?"

He stood up abruptly, trying to get closer to the person in front of him, but because of his hands, he fell back on the bed.

After struggling, the bed sheet slid down, and the naked body stung Victory's eyes.

Li Shengli didn't dare to look at his brother, and stretched out his hand to quickly untie the binding ribbon, but trembling, he couldn't do it several times.

"Brother, it's me, it's really a victory... I came to see you, you should be sober..."

After finally getting free hands, they pushed Li Shengli's body hard, and they fell on the bed together with them.

"It doesn't matter... It doesn't matter if it's true or not, let's do it... If you want..."

Quan Zhilong flung himself on Shengli's body, thrusting into his arms with all his strength, without any rules, more like coquetry than flirting.

"Damn!...Damn!...Brother, what are you doing?"

Being suppressed by his brother, Li Shengli reacted honestly.

He quickly lifted the man up and locked him firmly in his arms. Fortunately, he had learned Jiu-Jitsu.

He tore off the sheet, wrapped it around his brother indiscriminately, and half pushed and half hugged him into the bathroom.

Li Shengli adjusted the water temperature, and the cool water poured down on his head, making both of them wet.

"Brother, wake up... what's the matter, are you okay?"

Quan Zhilong breathed heavily, touched his face several times with his hands, and gradually calmed down.

He fixed his eyes on Li Shengli, lowered his head again, and seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and slowly sat down on the ground.

"Brother, it's cold on the ground, don't sit there..."

"The wine I just drank may have added ingredients...it's not something heavy, it's nothing..."

Li Shengli bent down to help his brother, but couldn't find a place to put his hands down.

On the delicate skin, drops of water slid down vertically and horizontally. It has become so thin that the joints can be seen, but it still has a rugged beauty.

The silky sheets were already soaked, and they clung to the skin, barely wrapped around the waist, more alluring than exposed.

He dare not touch anywhere.

"Brother, don't sit still... Do you want to take a bath, I'll run the water..."

"No...there is a hot spring over there..."

Quan Zhilong finally regained some strength, and when he stood up, he still staggered a bit.

Shengli hurriedly stretched out his hand to support his brother, "Isn't the medicine over?... How can this place do such low-level things..."

Quan Zhilong glanced at him suddenly, hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bathroom is a small garden, carved from a whole piece of raw stone into a natural bath, with warm spring water flowing out of the mooring ground.

Quan Zhilong stepped in, and the moment he shook off the bed sheet, Shengli averted his eyes.

The somewhat cold body was gently wrapped by the spring water, Quan Zhilong snorted softly, Li Shengli trembled all over.

Quan Zhilong raised his head, half lying and half leaning against the edge of the pool.

Li Shengli knelt beside him, scooped up a few handfuls of water, and washed his brother's hair.

The man's half-closed eyes were cast with earth-colored shadows in the eye sockets, so they looked more three-dimensional, which was nice, but he didn't like it.

He stood up and wanted to go back to get the makeup remover lotion, but his brother grabbed his hand.

"Victory, are you cold? Do you want to wash together?"